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[CHORUS]
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I know you like a brother, and I know you as well
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There's somethings we could talk about, some things we'll never tell
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A few things in particular, are meant for solitude
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Oh I could write a book about you, (now listen to this)


(Waylon):
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Big Betty wore a lot of makeup, didn't she sweat a lot
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The mabilene ran like a river, whenever she got hot
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Last time I saw Betty, as best as I can recall
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You were ridin' her piggyback down that motel hall (now wait a minute that ain't it)


(Willie):
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That's not the way I remember it, you're lyin' like a rug on the floor
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The only Betty that I can remember I remember was yours (sure)
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And since you brought up the subject, let's talk about your taste in art
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The windows and walls and the ceilings and floors, you mighta got a little too dark
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And there's a motel out in Fresno, where neither one of us can go back
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You had a thing about yellow and greens so you painted the whole room black


(Waylon):
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That ain't the way I remember it, seems like I had a little help
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You weren't along just for the ride, you hit a few strokes yourself, yeah


[CHORUS]
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I know you like a brother, and I know you as well
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There's somethings we could talk about, some things we'll never tell
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A few things in particular, are meant for solitude
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Oh I could write a book about you,
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(But you don't have to worry Waylon I ain't gonna do it)   (I hope not!)
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I could write a book about you